In the Arms of Eternity

In loving arms of eternity …

In the Arms of Eternity
In the Arms of Eternity… love’s embrace
















Silken touch and velvet words
whispered soft in eloquent verse,
as eyes so deep like bottomless pools,
of yearning souls in the grip of love, do drool
as melding of flesh and mind ensues.

As sensual bliss ignites passion’s kiss,
and warm flesh writhes in arched surprise
as bodies fall to rhythm,
and minds aloft on clouds so high,
as world fades away to a mist of lies.

Here in a world of two,
where nothing can part what’s now infused,
as love enacts its ritual deeds,
and hearts are filled with serenity ease,
to deliver souls to paradise.

Love is all and captivates a soul complete,
to yearn for infinity’s freedom,
and draw from what a soul in essence stands,
to pledge a life that heart’s command,
in the loving arms of eternity.

Tony DeLorger © 2016

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Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for, Google+, videos on YouTube and book sales on website, Amazon and

4 thoughts on “In the Arms of Eternity

  • July 10, 2016 at 1:07 AM

    I’ll die a romantic, although tainted and a touch cynical, love always rings true for a romantic. And so I am, and remain, a romantic. Cheers!

  • July 19, 2016 at 7:45 PM

    You know, this was beyond admiration. How can I not like it? Romance is my favourite genre in prose and poetry. I had written a similar poem, a year ago, perhaps. It’s called “Celestial Season of Love”
    The wee hours of morning moist with spring
    Muffled up with vibrant autumn trees
    Usher a Mellifluous hymn of leaves
    Tumbling down the perennial trees

    Clouds vivifying whimsy of colours
    Resuscitate the emporium of Love
    As we coyly stand under a single umbrella
    Soaked in water and shivers of chill

    Ah! The vehemence of our breaths
    Chiming in cadence tote dryness
    Leaving the Soul replenished with thirst
    And ‘tis cajoling mind yearning to cuddle

    Standing amidst the cobbled street
    Exalting the depths of Romantic milieu
    The parched Souls delve into each other’s lips
    Invigorating Flames in gelid bodies for sips

    The nonpareil Fragrance of our breaths
    Seasoned with silenced reticence
    Gesticulates warmth rushing through veins
    Reciprocating seductive blaze

    Let the time clothe into a glacial suit
    For the Souls have pined fervently
    To see, to touch, to feel the season
    And its Ceaseless ethereal cycle

    The piercing eyes feel no carnal shame
    For every season has its reason
    And every reason has its season
    Ah! ‘Tis Love laden with placid thoughts

    Let the soul comprehend this feeling
    And perpetuate the rituals
    Of this celestial season of Love
    For it ain’t a delinquency, nay a Dove.

    – Copyrighted, Surabhi Kaura

    Hope you like it, Tony. Enjoyed your poetry very much! Keep on writing. Take care.

  • July 20, 2016 at 1:44 AM

    You are a fine poet Surabhi, your word use and the flow of sound and meaning create some vivid imagery and the lilting sounds of romantic intent. I am a romantic at heart, but I really don’t write much in this genre anymore. I love descriptive poetry, the beauty of nature and philosophy in many forms. I look forward to reading your work and enjoying the nuances of your creative mind. Take care.

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